Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The gothtastic warrior beside the exquisite explosion

Wherefore are the werebeasts as gothyck as my lovely victim?
My wasteland of bitterness is as foul as the wet stormclouds.
My riches die!
The fool is stretching beyond their dream.
From now on you are as totemic as those magyckal saints.
Laugh at last.

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